The Female Sports Festival Begins!

I didn't say anything more.

Instead, I gazed steadily at Ayoung.

The hot stream of water soaked her black hair, ran over her white shoulders, and trickled down between her breasts.

As I kept looking at her, the eyes beneath Ayoung's wet lashes wavered uneasily.

Without a word, I gently cupped her chin and brought my lips to hers.

After a brief hesitation, Ayoung tentatively offered her lips and accepted my kiss.

“Sluurp, mwah, kiss….”

As the warm air of the shower room enveloped us, we did nothing but savor each other's lips.

I hadn't noticed during sex earlier, but now that we were kissing slowly, Ayoung's lips felt incredibly soft and sweet.

When I tentatively slipped out my tongue, I felt Ayoung's closed teeth...